today's sky…

June 23, 2009, 9:42 am
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He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet

— WB Yeats


23rd June
June 23, 2009, 7:56 am
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A broken light remained broken today. It flickered over my face and out onto the world. Sky spread like the butter it was from the depths of the sky to the top. The wispy clouds were a dark-sky colour. I couldn’t help but notice how well they complemented the new purple light winking at me from across the river.
I love how people do three different things when they see me looking. Number One: ignore me. Number Two: stare weirdly at me. Number Three: follow my line of sight to try and share what I am seeing. Nobody yet has seen it and stopped with me in the clean air, but I hope onto a glittering hope of all of us down there instead of far below.

22nd June
June 22, 2009, 7:48 am
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It was a clean sky today. It was white, and then it gradually sank into the depths of a dark, dark blue, with a single tiny star sparkling like the jewel it was, high up above. It was a gentle morning. Soft dollops of cloud drifted above, then sank down to the bottom of the sky and turned salmon pink and butter yellow as the rest of the sky faded to an even, spring-day blue. It is also worth mentioning that I was haunted by the smell of industrial soap this morning.

21st June
June 21, 2009, 1:22 am
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At the bottom, the sky was identical to yesterdays as you could probably get. It was a boiling, bubbling mass of grey. But as you looked up, you could see that it broke away into little odd circles – like soap bubbles – and let little bits of cornflour blue peek through. It looked almost deliberate, the way the bubble clouds were shaped and separated, and that made it seem so much more amazing because it wasn’t.

20th June
June 20, 2009, 2:15 am
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It being a Saturday, I got up a few minutes before midday to see the “morning” sky invisible. Instead, it was covered entirely by a single grey cloud which boiled and frothed in the altitudes. The wind couldn’t dislodge it; it couldn’t peel it back like a can to expose the delicate blue flesh underneath. A totally grey sky is an interesting thing to observe. No two parts were the same shade. It was white and black and everything in between.

19th June
June 19, 2009, 7:39 am
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The sky was a stripe this morning. A thick band of white-blue was framed by two soft, yet deep, clouds. Close to the edges was a yellow-white, just to include the sun into the pattern. Birds clattered incessantly the whole time. And when I got onto the train – ah. The sun had risen a little further and a little wind had pushed the clouds into a solid formation, like a reverse horizon. Under this was a golden sun leaking its warmth into the border of the border-clouds and setting them on fire.

18th June
June 18, 2009, 9:02 am
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The sky was the colour of sad today. This is what happens, I suppose, when I let it become a giant sponge. Why would he ever pay attention to you, you stupid girl? it demanded. I hope that I’m not a stupid girl, but I have a feeling that I might be.
I suppose at first, innocent glance that morning sky was a deep, deep ultramarine. But if you looked a little closer, through the fog, you could detect a musty blue. And with the yellow streetlamps blurring into the foggy blue, it almost made a patch turn soft lilac. Then a tender breeze came and turned the lights into lights again as it blew the fog away and rustled those ridiculous palm trees.